It started as a story
As old as all of time
Barely changed by history
Relieved of any rhyme.
A play upon a stage
The actors held on strings
To perform at any age
Both sad and glorious things.
We agreed to take the part
Not knowing how to feel
But like a puppet’s heart
Just wishing to be real.
Pulled in that and this way
Lifted time again
Our body, arms and legs sway
Dangled by some thread.
We have this opportunity
To act the story out
In whichever way we see to tell
What it’s all about.
We rise and fall with ease
Under power not our own
And dance upon a breeze
While longing to go home.
We wish for some control
Not knowing how it’s done
But the curtains too soon close
Like the setting sun.
If only we could see
That there is nothing at all to fear
For we are not the puppet,
We are the puppeteer.
The scent of roses hovers near
Chasing the pain away
Bringing us closer to the things we fear
Drawing them into the light of day.
And once we uncover the truth inside
The petals peel away into a flower
To open our hearts that wanted to hide
Unveiling the depth of our inner power.
No longer does the bud exist
It’s grown beyond its former bounds
Despite its death, it still persists
In the form that it has newly found.
Patience is all that is required
That, and, of course, an open heart
Of the souls that seek their fate’s desire
From which true love will never part.
On this journey wide and far
That starts from such a simple seed
We find that no matter where we are
We will always have all that we need.
A single drop,
One tear gliding down a cheek
Begins a weeping that flows.
Without pain, a simple outpouring
Energy goes unnoticed
Into a puddle.
But let it be ink.
Let the indigo drops
Bleed into the pool,
Swirling until fully suspended,
Into the whole.
Until all is deep
Up in a tree
Away from the others
That’s where you’d find me
Hiding from brothers.
Just a skinny little girl
Of five or six
Getting away from the world
And the neighbor kid’s tricks.
“You’ll break your arm!”
My mom would cry.
“Only if I fall!”
Was my confident reply.
Favorite of all was the little plum tree
That shaded the play yard
For my sister and me.
In the spring the blossoms would cover the branches
I’d climb even higher, taking my chances
Up to where the limbs were small
I’d shake them violently
And the petals would fall
Raining down flowers
I’d squeal “Here it comes!”
My mother would sigh
“We’ll never have plums.”
It was just a little whisper, taken by surprise
A sleepy, easy morning, with dreams still in your eyes.
What I heard was a peaceful, breathless kind of “Hi”
Stretching under blankets, as you let the day go by.
Then our conversation – cut short by company,
Turned to a lovely moment, where neither of us could be.
But in my imagination, it all became quite clear
Despite the miles between us, each phone call brings us near.
And in that one small word, without giving any warning,
My soul was called back home on that easy Sunday morning.
And, as each tomorrow slowly whittles away today
I’m comforted by that word that now sounds so far away.
Like a lyric in my mind that lingers on all day
I stop and have to wonder
What else is there to say?
Darkness creeps upon me from a forgotten corner as day retreats
Beyond the twilight, faint whispers break the silence
Unraveling secrets never shared.
Or is it just the wind?
Shadows reveal familiar faces
Some fearful, some angry, some dead
In conversations that will never take place.
Words left unsaid echo in the quiet night.
Or is it just the wind?
Ghosts and haunting memories
Beckon me to listen
And my peace vanishes,
Stolen by my demons like stealthy pickpockets.
Or was it just the wind?
Fears and falling hopes crash into broken pieces
As yesterday’s dreams become tomorrow’s losses
And grasping for remnants
I try to salvage some small hope,
Breathing into the last glowing ember of a dying fire
But only a wisp of smoke arises
And vanquished is the little flame.
Or was it just the wind?
Hours linger as night slowly dwindles
Each minute, torturing sleepless thoughts.
Finally floating on the current of night’s river
Tears and sobbing, sadness closes my eyes.
It’s just the wind.
Until, warm and miraculous, comes the dawn,
The fresh breath of sunlight
Singing an enchanting song
Of Faith made new,
Devising lyrics for the melody that drifts aloft,
It was always the wind.
Dear Lord, intelligent essence of all there is…
Thank you for this new day and all the potential that lies within it.
Please help me keep my thoughts, words and deeds positive because in each moment the future is created.
Help me to remember that all my needs will be met because every possibility exists.
Please allow into my life that which will give me wisdom, strength and understanding.
Give me the peace and courage to love and respect all living things for they are what I am – a child of the universe – and the energy that moves within us is the same.
I ask that I may find the balance to perform my work with the same joy with which I play.
Please help keep my heart open, my mind clear, and my body healthy so that I can fulfill my greatest destiny.
Thanks for everything,
Spring was pleasant
Blossoming hopefully in the dewy morn
Until steamy, hot red skin
Wiped summer from my brow
When loyal Sun prolonged the noon
Then August washed it away
Amidst thunder and lightning
And torrents of hurricanes
Falling into the arms of autumn
To cool my head and warm my heart
Finally harvesting what I’ve been tending
All this wonderful life
Now facing and bracing against it
Planning for winter’s cold
But not yet.
Chill nights are relieved by tender light
Gray-blue clouds blanket golden trees
Cattails gently sway, counting down the days
I could take September forever.
A clenching fist of words reached within
And tore the fibers that bound your life to mine
Alone I am ready to begin
To fill the future’s unending depth of time.
The breath that once spoke from heart to heart
Fueling flames raging in a canyon of years
Scorched the earth and drove our love apart
Escaping on a river of Memory’s tears.
But distance now has changed the view of pain
From leaving me to waste and fear and cry
To knowing that it passes as All again.
Faith renews and Love will not deny.
In the peace
At the edge of the deep
Silent corner of my mind
Lives the song of my life.
As the music of the clouds
And rustling breezes birth
A symphony in lush woods,
Lingering thoughts of distant places
Remind me of long-ago lyrics
And the rhythm moves me on.
It is the harmony of tides
And frequency of waves
That urge this traveler
To remember the movements
Of the distant past.
Lost in this voyage of time
Peeling back the layered years of my heart
I come to the song I’ve known.
Entering the quiet woods
Of my restless mind
I learn to sing.